::SOMETHIN' ABOUT IT:: (Hear It!)
Somethin' about being gathered with my fellow saints,
Makes me feel like shoutin', takes away all my restraints,
Somethin' about seeing His reflection on each face,
Makes me long for heaven, I'm ready to take my place.
Somethin' About It! I can see it on your face.
What a way to spend my days, shoutin' Jesus' praise.
Somethin' About It!
Somethin' about heaven gives me peace I can't explain,
Knowin' where I'm headin' I'll no longer feel this pain,
Somethin' about knowin' this old shell won't be the same.
Makes me wanna holler, shout out Jesus name.
Somethin' About It! I know I won't be the same.
What a way to spend my days, shoutin' Jesus praise.
Somethin' About It!
Jesus we invite You to join us, inhabit our praise,
We know it's gonna be somethin', when You invite us up to Your place! Somethin' About It!
Somethin' about singin' gives me joy I can't erase,
I'm just practicin' for heaven, it's gonna be that kind of place,
Somethin' about when God gives me a glimpse of what awaits,
Makes me wanna march on Zion, storm those pearly gates.
Somethin' About It! I can hardly wait.
What a way to spend my days, shoutin' Jesus' praise!
Somethin' About It!
Jesus we invite you to join us, inhabit our praise,
We know it's gonna be somethin', when you invite us up to Your place!
Somethin' About It!
Somethin' about praisin' gives a peace you can't replace,
I'm warmin' up for Jesus, I could sing for days.
Somethin' about this feelin' tells me this is just a taste,
Gabriel grab your trumpet, I'm ready to blow this place!
Somethin' About It! I know this is just a taste.
What a way to spend my days, shoutin' Jesus' praise!
Somethin' About It! Somethin' About It! Summinubowdit!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::MAKE UP MY MIND:: (Hear It!)
God became a man.
He was surrounded by sin.
He gave Himself a world of choices,
But He didn't give in.
Satan tried to turn Him.
Jesus wouldn't look behind.
Jesus had the heart of God,
But He still had the choice.
He still had to make up His mind.
(That old daily walk can be so unkind.)
So each day He'd step, step, step a little closer to Heaven.
He knew not to turn, turn, turn and look behind.
He had to shake, shake, shake away from evil.
If He was to push, push, push towards the prize,
He had to make, make, make up His mind.
He had to make up His mind.
The sin that once beset me,
Is lurkin' about.
God know it's trying to get me,
And He wants me to run it out.
Jesus is walking beside me,
The devil's always close behind.
God's Spirit lives within me
But I still have the choice,
I still have to make up my mind.
(That old daily walk can be such a grind.)
But each day's a step, step, step a little closer to Heaven.
Don't let me turn, turn, turn and look behind.
Lord, help me shake, shake, shake away from evil.
If I'm to push, push, push towards the prize,
I've got to make, make, make up my mind.
Help me to make up my mind.
Help me Lord!
Each day's a step, step, step a little closer to Heaven.
Don't let me turn, turn, turn and look behind.
Lord, help me shake, shake, shake away from evil.
If I'm to push, push, push towards the prize,
I've got to make, make, make up my mind.
Help me to make up my mind.
Help me Lord!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME::
Why didn't Jesus wait 'til now, 'stead of way back then,
so we could film His trial, and plaster it all over CNN?
We could've sat there watchin' as Pilate called for a side bar,
unwilling to make a decision, hoping (maybe) it wouldn't go that far.
Why didn't He stand up for Himself, when He knew He was in the right?
Doesn't make sense to me. It doesn't make sense to me.
Oh man, He could've taken the whole plan of salvation and laid it all out
there for me in a 30 minute infomercial on late night cable TV.
He could've been crucified right there on prime time, live, just think of
the share He would've gotten, the price of that 60 second (commercial) buy.
Why did He lay it all down, on some old hill called Calvary?
Doesn't make sense to me. It doesn't make sense to me.
It doesn't make sense to me, the way You let this thing unfold.
It doesn't make sense to me, to trust a trail of stories told and retold and
It doesn't make sense to me, to rely on pen and ink, and some men and some
scrolls and to believe in a book centuries old.
Why do I sit here and question so many things He's made known to me,
tryin' to (somehow) simplify His omniscience or clear up His complexity?
And all that time spent chasin' after what wasn't right for me,
hopin' to orchestrate my own plan, and determine my own destiny?
Why is He always one step away, no matter how far I run from Him?
Doesn't make sense to me. It doesn't make sense to me.
Doesn't make sense to me. It doesn't make sense to me.
It doesn't make sense to me!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::'NEATH THE SHADOW OF MY SAVIOR:: (Hear It!)
As I look back on where I've been,
I see that old shadow of sin.
And it stays right there on me,
Like some old bad-boy tattoo.
It's always hangin' 'round,
And I see it whenever I'm lookin' down.
And I know there's only one thing I can do.
I kneel down at the feet, 'neath the shadow of my Savior.
Each prayer and each praise draws me near.
Oh the joy, and the peace, blows across me like a cool summer breeze.
And I know that old bad boy can't find me here. (No it won't.)
As His love shades me, my old shadow will disappear.
It's just a shadow of the wrong things I've done,
But I can't escape it, no matter how fast I run,
I try to shake it, but it hovers 'round me like a bad memory.
(Can't you see?)
I try to put it out of my mind, but the only way out I can find,
Is to get as close to the Son as I can be.
I kneel down at the feet, 'neath the shadow of my Savior.
Each prayer and each praise draws me near.
Oh the joy, and the peace, comes upon me like a wind through the trees,
And I know that old memory can't find me here.
Yes, I know, that old bad boy, can't show up here, no it won't,
As His love shades me, my old shadow will disappear,
As long as I'm here, 'neath the shadow of my Savior.
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::LET'S GO::
Let's go down where the sinner goes,
Where you share your cares, and your weakness shows,
Every time you stumble everybody knows,
Make a good impression, try and wear your best clothes.
Every time they're open, somebody shows,
Let's go down where the sinner goes!
Let's go down where the sinners hang,
Where they like their music even if they can't sang.
You may feel outa place, 'cause they use a little slang,
Even if you miss a weekend, it's not a big thing.
It'll take a little money, all you can bring,
Let's go down where the sinners hang!
Let's go down where the sinner goes,
Where they'll shake your hands, and they'll step on your toes,
You can hang with your friends, and talk about your foes (so it goes),
Don't get out of order, keep it in the rows,
You can find another place if it ever gets old,
But the crowd'll be back if they do what they're told.
Let's go to church,
With open wounds, and a world of hurts.
Let's go to church,
Where the half-truths sit with the innuendoes,
But they sure look pretty through the stain-glassed windows.
Let's go to church,
Where they smother you with love, until it hurts.
Let's go to church.
The people on the outside wonder where the sin goes,
It's sittin' right there, but you can't see it peekin' through the windows!
Let's go...where the sinners go.
Let's go to church, where the sinners go.
Let's go to church, where the sinners go.
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::BANNED FROM HELL:: (Hear It!)
God foresaw the wickedness of man, but
God forgave, He's given us a plan through His saving grace,
It only takes a prayer.
His word is clear, He wants us all to join,
He tells us there's another side to the coin, oh, there's another place.
But His children have been spared. In fact, His children can't go there.
They're prohibited by His Grace, They can't go near the place.
They've been banned from Hell.
They've been banned from Hell.
They've been bound down here on earth,
They're bound in Heaven as well.
They're preempted from the sins of their hand.
Exempted by the Father's command.
They've been told, "No." Forbidden to go.
They've been banned from Hell!
I've been delivered from the darkness of my fears,
Delighted that I will be spending my years underneath Your throne,
Where love and joy abounds.
Repented from an uglier fate.
Prevented from the everlasting lake of fire and brimstone.
And all those gnashing, wailing sounds, are off-limits to me now.
They're permanently out-of-bounds. I can't set foot on the grounds!
Don't you know, I've been banned from Hell!
I've been banned from Hell!
I don't mean to seem haughty or smug, I try to wear it well.
I've been excluded 'cause I pleaded the blood.
And it booted me right out of the club.
It's like this, I've been crossed off the list.
I've been banned from Hell!
Hallelujah, I've been banned from Hell!
I've been banned from Hell!
I've been bound down here on earth, I'm bound for Heaven as well.
I'm convicted for the sinner I am.
But I'm restricted by the blood of the Lamb.
I've been told, "No." Forbidden to go.
It's like this, I've been crossed off the list.
What part of banned don't you understand?
I've been banned from Hell! I've been banned from Hell!
I've been banned from Hell!!!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::PRAISE HIM:: (Hear It!)
Praise Him with songs,
Praise Him with instruments,
Praise Him with timbrel and dance!
Praise Him with horns,
Praise Him with harmony,
Praise Him by clapping your hands!
Sing to each other with songs to the Father
Give thanks for the sending of unending grace.
Songs that remind us of His lovingkindness
His faithfulness finds us all of our days. It finds us all of our days.
Great is our need.
Great is our sinfulness,
Great is the cry of our lands!
Great is Your strength,
Great is Your righteousness,
Great is the work of Your hands!
Your glory blinds us, Your salvation binds us
On earth and in Heav'n where we'll wind up one day.
Bring to the Lord sacrifices of joy,
Like a child You've perfected all of our praise. Perfected all of our
praise.
So Praise Him on earth,
Praise Him in Zion,
Praise Him both morning and night!
Praise Him with shouts,
Praise Him continually,
Praise Him with all of your might.
Lift up your voices, the Father rejoices,
All glory is giv'n to the Ancient of Days,
Blessing awaits when we enter His gates with Thanksgiving,
His courts with all of our praise. Give Him all of your praise.
Praise Him with songs,
Praise Him with instruments,
Praise Him with uplifted hands!
Praise Him you Saints,
Praise Him all you people,
Praise Him in every circumstance!
Give Him all of your praise. All of your days!
Give Him all of your praise. All of your days!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::I DON'T WANNA LEGGO::
I was scared of the change, afraid of the unknown,
Worried how it would look to my friends.
I was ashamed of my past, the present wasn't much better,
I didn't see how I could make amends.
I couldn't see myself that way, just the thought of it was strange,
And I didn't need to pray, because I didn't want to change,
I was too set in my ways, not your ordinary case,
Oh, you just don't know!
I'd been at this way too long, I had too much going on,
I said, "Please jus' let me live my life, I don't wanna leggo, oh no."
I said, "Please jus' let me live my life, I don't wanna leggo, oh no.
Oh no, oh no!"
So I took it down the road, unsure of what I was headin' toward.
I couldn't take the load. And I couldn't keep ahold.
So I finally told the Lord, "I'm Yours. Lord, I'm Yours!"
I'm so happy with the change, the truths that He's made known,
Amazed when I look back at where I've been.
I've been forgiven of my past, my life is so much better,
I just can't wait to see how it all ends.
I'm livin' proof a guy can change, and I'll never be the same,
So don't look at me so strange, when I talk about His name,
Because I can truly say, until you've tried the narrow way,
Then you just don't know!
So don't tell that I'm wrong, I've finally got it goin' on,
I've got Jesus livin' in my life, I don't wanna leggo, oh no,
I've got Jesus Livin' in my life!
I just wish you'd come along and then you could sing this song,
I've got Jesus livin' in my life, I don't wanna leggo, oh no,
I've got Jesus livin' in my life, I don't wanna leggo, oh no. Oh no, oh no!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::THE HOUSE OF BREAD AND PRAISE::
Return me, to the House of Bread and Praise,
Let me live there all my days, where I can serve You.
And keep me, where Your anointed presence stays.
Let me delight in You always, in Your house,
The House of Bread and Praise.
You alone can intercede,
From You alone, I will feed,
You alone, can provide more than I will need.
I will cling to You, and follow where You lead.
Return me, to the House of Bread and Praise,
Let me live there all my days, where I can serve You.
And keep me, where Your anointed presence stays.
Let me delight in You always, in Your house,
The House of Bread and Praise.
You alone can intervene,
On You alone, I must lean,
You alone, will provide more than I can glean,
I will cling to You, in Your house I'm made clean,
You're my kinsman, and I have been redeemed.
Return me, to the House of Bread and Praise,
Let me live there all my days, where I can serve You.
And keep me, where Your anointed presence stays.
Let me delight in You always, in Your house,
The House of Bread and Praise.
In Your house, the House of Bread and Praise.
Copyright 1998 by Randy Whittern and Richard Vickers for Tune In Cheek
Music

::I'M THANKIN' YOU, LORD
I'm thankin' You, Lord, for thinkin' of me,
You didn't give up on me,
I've got to give it up to You,
Shoulda handed me over,
I want to hand it You (You),
You coulda left me hangin',
So now I'm thankin' You.
I'm thankin' You, Lord, for hangin' with me,
You had to put up with me,
When I was put out with You,
Shoulda given me the shoulder,
Like I did You (You),
You didn't leave me hangin',
So now I'm thankin' You.
Lord, You're my friend.
You've stuck by me,
Closer than a brother, 'til I could recover,
Showed me true love is patient like no other,
Willing to wait, willing to long suffer,
Thank You for Your patience, for Your endurance,
Thanks for never failing me.
I'm thankin' You, Lord, for lovin' on me,
You wrapped Your arms around me,
When I had let go of You,
When I don't have a leg to stand on,
I'm in good standing with You (You),
You wouldn't leave me hangin',
That's why I'm thankin' You.
I'm thankin' You, Lord, for hangin' with me,
You had to put up with me,
When I was put out with You,
Shoulda given me the cold, cold shoulder,
Like I did You (You),
You didn't leave me hangin' so now I'm thankin',
You wouldn't leave me hangin' that's why I'm thankin',
You'll never leave me hangin' and now I'm thankin' You.
That's why I'm thankin' You. That's why I'm thankin' You!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::ATTILA, THE HUN::
Well she turned off the TV
As she, stood there in front of me,
To have a little 'woman-to-man'.
I nearly dropped the remote
When she stopped to clear her throat to say,
"I've taken this as long as I can!
I guess the fire has gone out
You never tell me about how good I look,
The way I cook, how sweet I am.
Oh, you're not like you used to be
And I'm usin' all my energy tryin' to
Warm up a cold-hearted man!"
I said, "What?"
She said, "A cold-hearted man!!!
Let me just ask you...
Where are the flowers you used to bring me?
Where are the love songs you used to sing me?
Where are the poems you used to write me,
The fancy places you used to invite me?
Your lovin's been reduced to a fraction.
Your kissin' is missin' in action!
Did I walk the aisle with a barbarian?
Because the smile I thought I was marryin'
Has turned into Attila, The Hun!"
I said, "What?"
She said, "Attila The Hun!!!"
(I'm in trouble now!)
(I'm gonna need some help on this one!)
Heavenly Father, I guess I haven't been thinkin' too clear.
I know my past has been checkered, but just for the record
This 'submission thing' was all Your idea.
Don't You keep me unarmed,
You can't leave me like this.
Give me the weapons for marital bliss!
Won't You help me?
Please, won't You help me?!?
Amen.
Now me and my lady, we've done a one-eighty,
God gave me a new battle plan.
Now my homeys (cronies) come around,
And they ask me what I've found
That makes her want to surrender to her man.
I say, "Boys, I just tell her I love her,
I tell her I need her,
I say 'Hon you're the one for me.'
When I really want to conquer her,
I let her know my love for her.
I Tella My Hon!"
They say, "What?"
I said, "I Tella My Hon!"
(Boys, repeat after me...)
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Can I take you out to dinner,
Maybe catch a movie too?
Here's a little card, see the heart on the seal?
I know it's kinda mushy, but it's really how I feel!
Sit down, and let's talk..maybe go for a walk!
Or let's go shoppin', wouldn't THAT be fun?
C'mere let me hug ya, you know I think the world of ya!
Have I told ya hon? Have I told ya hon?
I tell her I love her,
I tell her I need her,
I say, "Hon, you're the one for me!"
If I really want to conquer her,
I let her know my love for her.
I Tella My Hon! I Tella My Hon!
I Tella My Hon!!!
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::PSALM 1 - THE LORD KNOWS THE WAY OF THE RIGHTEOUS::
Blessed is the man who walks not,
In the counsel of the ungodly,
Nor stands in the sinners path,
Nor sits in the seat that the scornful hath.
In the law of the Lord is his delight.
And in His law he (doth) meditate(s) day and night.
He shall be like the tree, planted by the rivers of the waters.
The Lord knows the way of the righteous,
And the righteous know the Lord.
The Lord knows the way of the righteous,
And the righteous know the Lord.
So he shall be like the tree.
That brings forth it's fruit in due season,
Whose leaf also shall not wither,
Whatsoever he does shall prosper.
The Lord knows the way of the righteous,
And the righteous know the Lord.
The Lord knows the way of the righteous,
And the righteous know the Lord.
The ungodly are not so, they are like the chaff,
That the wind will blow and drive away.
Therefore scorned is the sinful man,
The ungodly shall not stand.
They shall perish in the Judgement Day.
Blessed is the man who walks not,
In the counsel of the ungodly,
Nor stands in the sinners path,
Nor sits in the seat that the scornful hath.
The Lord knows the way of the righteous,
And the righteous know the Lord.
The Lord knows the way of the righteous,
And the righteous know the Lord.
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music

::WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM::
If you want to start a new life you know that you can.
Put off the old, put on the new man.
All you've got to say is, "Take me, here I am."
You'll be enrolled, the minute we are told!
In the Witness Protection Program.
Have you heard that voice, asking you to believe?
Once you've made that choice, you won't be able to leave.
(But why would you want to anyway?)
What's the big decision, what is there to choose?
We're makin' you an offer, one you shouldn't refuse.
Everyone can come, we'll include your whole fam'.
Everyone you ever new, your mom and daddy, too.
In the Witness Protection Program.
Have you felt that urge to begin anew?
Can you feel that surge, the adrenaline in you?
(What'd you think it was, caffeine?)
Come on over to our place, the grass is green.
You can be 'in the house', know what I mean?
You don't have to wait, 'til you're in a jam.
The acceptable time is now, we can show you how.
In the Witness Protection Program.
Remember, if you choose not to cooperate,
The things you have said, and the things you have done,
Can be used against you!
The acceptable time is now, my, my, my!
In the Witness Protection Program. (Ayight?)
Copyright 2000 by Randy Whittern for Tune In Cheek Music